"Every time I'm around her, O doctor, my heart races. Her smile infects my dreams. Her presence seems to wipe away sadness. When I speak to her, I can't control my nerves, I tend to utter complete rubbish, and when she giggles and walks off, I stand there and just stare till she is out of sight. Not a moment passes when I don't think about her. I wish she was always around me. I try to look at her whenever I can. If she asks for something, I try to fulfill the request even if it's beyond my reach. Whenever I think about her, a smile comes to my face, a foolish one. What is this doctor? Am I going insane?" he asked
The psychologist smiled at the fourteen year old's account. She answered, "Oh don't worry! All you mentioned were the pleasures of first love."
The child looked at the doctor's eyes. They were looking far away, dreamily.
'Perhaps, she's remembering her first love and smiling foolishly to herself' he thought, and quietly left the room, grinning.
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